There is a thickness to Presence
when light has fully come.
It does not press—
it holds.
It gathers around you
like dusk after heat,
like blankets not laid over
but risen up from within.
You don’t need to speak.
You don’t need to explain.
You don’t need to hide—
because you are already
hidden
in the Light itself.
And in that hiding,
healing begins.
Here, the ache is not judged.
Here, the story is not required.
Here, breath is enough..
Not because it was taught to grow,
but because it remembered
what warmth feels like..
That slow kindle of hope
becomes heat again—
flames returning
to the heart’s own hearth,
too long left cold
by darkness and despair..
A hearth that survived
on wet matchsticks—
built only
by its own need to endure.
---
It is the hearthfire
that feels the light of hope
first.
The more ash-strewn,
the more hollow,
the deeper the heat
of Light’s permeation.
---
So the soul,
once clenched around its pain,
softens.
Not all at once.
Not forever.
But enough.
Enough to rest.
Enough to believe--
that warmth this deep
could only come
from the Giver of Light
..who never left.
And in that warmth—
without pressure,
without fear..
everything begins again.
"..all is quiet on New Year's Day
a world in white gets underway"
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